Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Bishounen Boys ❯ Part 11: Blind Game Again ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Splash 
This is non-lemon version, details inside...
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
This is non-lemon version, details inside...
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
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The Bishounen Boys
Part 11: "Blind Game Again"
By Splash
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Holy snit, 6 months of this in the dust and I finally got this time on Easter weekend to finish up the scraps I've been collecting. I deeply apologize!!!!!! QQ
Hmm, another Gravitation song. ^^; Time skippage once more, because the freshmen year was getting tiring.
Due to FF.N's banning of NC-17, the lemon version will be on my website later. ^^; That's right... lemon... I only did it to explore a bit, then realized it's not everything that I thought it would crack up to be. But it's a lemon. =3
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~June 18, 2003~
There seemed to be an aura of a new truck of feelings moving in as they settled for breakfast. Daisuke and Ken couldn't help but notice something was different, walking down the hotel hallway with the two older boys of their band. Was it because of the distance between the two? ... or lack of... Maybe it was just his imagination, but Daisuke noticed that they were walking with their arms nearly touching, their hands tense. Sure, Daisuke wasn't all that great at math or science, but he could understand the most unnoticeable things...
At the breakfast bar, Daisuke went for the cereal while the other three boys got themselves croissants. Conveniently, there was a round table for four people available. They settled in, routinely talking about the future of their band (even though they were on vacation) while idly tending to their food.
" I swear, if the audience requests The Rage Beat again, I'm going to burst..." Daisuke spouted, ignoring the occasional looks from the people listening to their conversation. " It was fun to sing at first, but they've sung it all out of me. I'm going to sing Gate I more often just to spite them."
And once again, Daisuke took note... every time Taichi motioned with his hands, reached out to take a drink out of his orange juice... Taichi's hands seemed to hesitate whenever they were in Yamato's proximity... Why he didn't understand the hesitation was because Daisuke could give a slap on Takeru or Ken's back with full ease. How come Taichi and Yamato always had trouble with such common gestures?
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Deciding that they wanted to play some other card games Noah had taught them, Daisuke and Ken went back to their own room. They seemed to have some other unsaid reason, but they made no effort to voice it. The older two were too preoccupied to think more upon it, preoccupied with other thoughts...
The morning had barely begun for their entire day off. Normally, Taichi and Yamato would talk about random things or play music, but since neither had their instrument with them...
They sat in silence on the bed for about half an hour before Yamato spoke up...
" Taichi... truth or dare?"
" Huh?"
They both had their arms behind their head, staring at the ceiling in a comical matter. The normally blissful white atmosphere of the hotel room was shadowed in the dreary rain outside. It felt no more like a cheerful morning, but a shady late afternoon.
" It's a game I picked up from the Americans... kind of one of those silly 'try to be adult' games, but... meh. Truth or dare. Pick one."
Unsure, but curious, Taichi answered. " Truth."
Without contemplating, Yamato asked. " Have you ever been caught..."
" No."
Yamato laughed despite Taichi's firm reply. " Yeah, that's what kind of game it is. All right, now it's your turn."
" Ok... truth or dare?"
" ...Truth." Yamato smiled, sensing Taichi's amusement. He heard shuffling on Taichi's side, so he turned his head to find the brunette staring out of the window. The rain had quickly grown heavy, waterfalls dripping down the window. Some rumbling could be heard in the distance.
" Are you afraid of thunderstorms?"
Yamato laughed again. " What kind of question is that? Of course I'm not. Why, are you?"
Taichi just turned back around and stuck out his tongue. " It's your turn."
" Truth or dare?"
" Dare." He stuck out his tongue again, mocking the child in him.
A glint of mystery ran through Yamato's eyes as he thought. Sitting up, he reached toward the blanket at this feet and pulled out his Charizard Pokemon plushie. " I dare you to make out with Charizard for one minute."
Taichi had to hold back his laughter. " You're weird, Yamato."
" I know I am. Now do it. Be serious with it."
Playfully he stuffed the stuffed animal in Taichi's face, forcing him to take it when he blocked.
" One minute, eh..." he said, looking at the aged creature. " This is its mouth, right?"
" Yes..."
Taichi sighed, brushing away some hair that had strayed onto his face, then proceeded to place his lips on the 'mouth' of the fuzzy orange dragon.
" Don't get it...wet..." Yamato added last second. But his jaw dropped mid-sentence as the brunette commenced his dare, grabbing the stuffed animal possessively and... and...
Taichi was pretty good at getting serious. Yamato stayed gaping. " Oh... God..." he uttered unconsciously, entrapped in Taichi's actions. He couldn't take his off Taichi, who was busy with his eyes closed... He suddenly saw himself in place of the Charizard plushie, which only furthered his rampant imagination.
A minute was over all too soon, and with a broad movement Taichi released the stuffed animal from his confinement. " Douda?"
" Good, good, that was..." the blonde seemed to have a troublesome time trying to breathe.
" Truth or Dare?"
Yamato inwardly groaned. ' He's doing this on purpose.'
" Truth."
" How often do you.." Taichi grinned evily.
Yamato cringed.
" ...travel?"
There was an awkward silence, only the pitter-patter of the rain continuing to fall outside.
" Damn you, Taichi. I travel plenty."
" Oh, really..."
The brunette suddenly met with a pillow in his face. He chuckled as he peeled it off, but on the inside his heart was singing...
" Truth or dare?"
Taichi put a finger to his chin idly. " Truth."
" Are YOU afraid of thunderstorms?"
" No."
" Then why did you ask me?"
" One question, Yama... One question. Rules of the game."
" Oh, screw the game..."
Suddenly, the blonde rolled over to Taichi's side, staring down at him. They stared each other down intensely, hesitating for that trace of doubt. When they realized there was none...
" Mmph!"
Taichi's attention started like a child spotting a large Christmas present, shocked at Yamato's enthusiasm. The blonde was quite aggressive, nipping at the brunette's neck and running his hands through his hair. It felt so nice...
" Yama..." he gasped, reaching up to put his arms around the blonde's neck, brushing against his violin hickey. Their lips met, and suddenly shirts were being urged away...
Thunder continued to rumble aimlessly outside, muffled by the safe walls of the clean hotel as the two boys continued. Taichi's kisses began to trail down, but Yamato noticed and forced him to stay mouth to mouth. Practically trapping Taichi with the sheer will of his tongue, Yamato glared into the other's eyes. Knowing what the blonde wanted, he graciously gave in and let him move on.
Yamato smiled brilliantly at the brunette's submission, nuzzling Taichi's neck affectionately. It was a great feeling of warmth that kept them tingling for more, crying of desire. In their minds they were almost star-crossed lovers, yet they wanted to live every moment together...
Breathe the same scent, share each other's joy...
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~August 18, 2003~
Yamato finished tuning his instrument, admiring the ring that echoed through the stage from the ringing of perfect pitch. He half-grinned, then glanced around the auditorium to see if anyone else was around. Seeing that he was alone, he raised his bow and started playing a lively song from an Anime he had seen (Jubei-chan). In the middle of his final glissando note he was interupted by a nipping on his ear, which almost caused him to lose his bowgrip.
" Taichi! I don't like it when you do that when I'm playing..."
The blonde turned around with his chastising expression, only to be met with something too cute for words... He couldn't help but kiss it, wrapping his arms around Taichi. The brunette grinned, more brightly than usual. The blonde wondered for a moment, then hastily went back to his instrument and started playing random scales.
Taichi blinked, noticing Yamato had seen something when he had turned away. He turned himself and saw Takeru...
If the younger blonde was in the auditorium long enough, he didn't show it. " Time to start practicing," Takeru said, turning on his keyboard.
Taichi sighed at his nonchalence. Takeru always had some ability to stick to business without letting his personal or emotional feelings deter him. Or at least, he hasn't let those feelings get to him YET... Taichi wondered if one day he would just explode, break out his frustrations of the world's incompetance.
Taichi suddenly realized he was talking about himself and Yamato, too. The only difference was that Taichi knew he already had a release of such emotions in the cafeteria incident. Perhaps Yamato had done the same around those times when Taichi was around. Or was his level of release actually something more profound...
Daisuke soon walked onto the stage, laughing his head off while Ken lightly chuckled. Almost always they came onto the practice stage in this manner, and almost always the others would look onto them in a habitual stance. Taichi smashed his lips together in a strange smile, Yamato quirked his eyebrow for a split second before going back to his instrument, and Takeru... blinked and rolled his eyes.
Maybe it was simply part of his habit to find something to occupy himself, but Takeru hastily warmed his hands on the keyboard. He also broke out into warming up his voice without hesitation, filling the auditorium with his singing.
It was certainly not the first time he had done this the moment the rest of his band members had entered the auditorium. Taichi stopped looking at the younger ones and turned towards Yamato, who was focused on his instrument. He sighed. ' These guys have the right to know...'
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~February 12, 2004~
Taichi had been told that Sophomore year was something to be treasured from someone in orchestra. It was a junior who had told him this... so perhaps that person was right... Throughout the year, he found there were many, MANY ups and downs, both in academics and social interactions.
Since he heard it was highly recommended somewhere, he took Government and Economics, which were both rather easy classes. His econ class was full of junior/senior slackers, and his government class was full of junior/senior crazies. All in all, they were nice...
However, there was something quite unusual... it wasn't the feeling of despising the new freshmen, or the constant reminder that collage résumés needed to be prepared... or the continuing dismay of the quality of the English teachers. No, those problems existed, but only occupied a portion of Taichi's worries. What took the majority of his thoughts was in his orchestra, his lunch period, and now his French class...
" La class est tranquil! C'est merveilleux!" said Madame Blake, fascinated at her quiet class working on their worksheets. It wouldn't last long, though.
The students around Taichi and Yamato were friendly chaps. " You have some REALLY good songs," the girl sitting behind Taichi commented. " No offense, but I think Ken is the cutest."
" None taken," Taichi said casually, eyeing Yamato, " I'm not interested in a fanbase."
" Don't want one?" she said.
" Can't want one. Don't want," Taichi confirmed shortly, still eyeing Yamato. Yamato squirmed under the gaze, then quirked his eyebrow as if he had no idea what the brunette was hinting.
At that moment the teacher calmed the class to start correcting the worksheets. All of the students turned around in their desks, but Taichi set off to his usual multi-tasking. While paying attention to the corrections, he pondered what just happened. Despite their involvement, Yamato never appreciated it outside their haven. But why... why was he afraid? Taichi wasn't too surprised that Yamato would be at first. He thought he would gain the courage eventually, though. It truly troubled him, knowing how close he was to Yamato but unable to express such a joy with the existence of others around. It certainly didn't make him feel more confident about himself...
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Taichi couldn't stand this. He found that learning from the words of the teacher and examples were where his strong skills appeared. He could remember lectures given weeks ago from hte teacher who could give an important lesson well. He preferred the boring, straight out splurges of information over the "creative participation," that declared people's intellectual and social quotas in its subliminal way.
Such as the nightmare he was living now... " Liz, what is the domain of this function?"
Taichi wasn't sure if the other students noticed this specifically. The teacher was always vague with the actual lesson and was more concerned with seeing if individual students could teach the others. It made Taichi want to hurl. ' I'm here to LEARN from you, teach, not to let people embarrass themselves by setting poor examples.'
" Now with the domain that Lizz gave us, and the range that Nick gave us, no wait-- Joe gave us the range, right?"
Taichi just rolled his eyes while the class remained class. " Yes, it was Joe. Yeah, so Joe gave us the range... now Melissa, what would be the equation for the inverse of this function?"
A sigh escaped the brunette's lips. Luckily the lesson ended several minutes after, but Taichi had to sigh again as the class for some reason broke into loud chatter. Even after the teacher had assigned their homework, he made no attempt to make them work on it. Taichi wouldn't have minded if he knew the teacher didn't care, but the aura he could sense from the teacher... it just made him feel sick. In fact, Taichi didn't work on the homework after the lesson as he did in the beginning of the year. Recently he was too fed up with the math teacher to have the slightest motivation to work on the homework. He would just copy the overhead of answers the teacher posted the next day along with all of the others who did the same.
He tried to blow it off and forget it all; life was just stupid sometimes and he had little power to change it. Concentrate on what makes you happy while you still can, little children. The future is so shrouded with obstacles unforseen.
He listened quietly to a conversation behind him concerning music... the talkative/perverted boy of the class was telling Kurt Cobain's bio to his death, then skipped over to Nirvana, Saturday Night Live, and other events. Taichi didn't catch any details except... " He was getting sick of the music life, tired of his fans." The boy rattled off a quote, providing evidence that the musician was fed up with rock and roll.
' Speech class...' Taichi finally discovered, peeking behind him. The boy reached the suicide informative.
" ... And overdosed. He brought towels along with him. Shit..." the boy apparently had brain fart in his memory. The bell rang at long last, allowing Taichi to storm off without a glance at the students or the teacher.
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Taichi sat down with his sandwich gone, which he had finished rather quickly. " Yama..."
The blonde averted his eyes to his sides before looking at Taichi. " Now's not a good time for that mood..."
Taichi couldn't stop himself, his conscious wouldn't allow him to. He gave Yamato a fierce look, daring him to defy. " Just a little, nothing big..."
" You've had a rough day, haven't you?" Yamato said, immediate understanding filling his expression. He remained emotionally restrained, however.
Taichi didn't say anything, but leaned over and stuffed his face in Yamato's neck. The blonde gave an involuntary groan at the contact, leaning into Taichi. He loved it when Taichi surprised him with such affection, but...
" T-Taichi... lunchroom... we're in the lunchroom..." the blonde dreamily ventured his eyes to make sure no had seen/heard them. He considered himself extremely lucky everyone was still busy eating.
" We'll go to the orchestra room, then..."
Yamato lifted himself from the seat, pitched his lunch tray, then walked quickly to the exit.
The walk to the other side of the school seemed to last forever. Taichi kept his hungry stare on Yamato, and could do nothing to hold himself back. They had hardly reached the double doors when arms wrapped around Yamato's waist. Taichi clumsily sought Yamato's lips, throbbing it with his own. Even though the blonde could feel the tension, he complied to his lover's desires. Not like there was a way out, they had already passed the point of no return.
Eventually they situated themselves in the unlighted first practice room to avoid any of the hall roamers, and they continued their dance. Taichi moved his hands through Yamato's hair, dazzling at its beauty. They kissed until they both ran out of breath, and Taichi leaned against Yamato on the wall of the small room. He knew he was tired, stressed, and depressed among many other troubles, but he also knew Yamato was his only true happiness.
Taichi dug his face into the blonde's neck again, moving slowly across it. " Yama..."
In response, Yamato's eyes fluttered, sucking up the feeling of warmth surrounding him. " Hmm?" he uttered as he moved his head to allow Taichi further access.
He was already on a streak of uncontrol, but this was the only thing that struck him and completely unlike him. Taichi slid his hands from Yamato's waist to his back. They kissed again, fighting over dominancy as they clung to each other.
Taichi couldn't think of a better way to say it, his mind tainted with heat. " How long are we going to hide? I can't stand this any longer..."
They stood nose-to-nose in the darkness, with barely enough light to catch each other's eyes sparkling in reflection.
Maybe the blonde thought Taichi hadn't seen it, but he looked down and paused. Instead of answering, Yamato captured Taichi's lips once more, locking them in. And now Taichi was certain...
He needed Yamato, but he didn't want to be a burden to him. He thought he was doing a fine job of maintaining a balance of independance and dependance, but perhaps it wasn't enough for Yamato... Well, it was about time that it WAS enough.
" Yamato," he broke off, backing off from the wall. " This has been going on too long, and it's only getting worse as we hold it off."
Yamato blinked curiously. " What are you talking about?"
As much as he wanted to draw it out, he only had a short time before they had to go to their next class. " We need to stop hiding around the school. We rarely get any time to ourselves outside the band and school, but you always spend that time pretending like we're just acquaintances that sit together at lunch."
Yamato kept a straight face, refusing silently a reponse for Taichi to analyze.
" Do you have any idea of what I'm feeling right now...?" Taichi asked.
" Passionate."
That set Taichi off. With his fist, he lifted the blonde off the ground by the collar, ready to give him a good punch or two. But then, he felt a slight déjà vu, remembering when Taichi had been in the same position as Yamato. It was Yamato who had saved him on the first day at this school...
Yamato surprisingly lost his nonchalance. He looked at Taichi in worry, hoping they wouldn't have to resort to violence. His eyebrows curled slightly, the most of emotions Yamato could express in such circumstances.
Taichi stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, torn between his desires and what those around him preferred. He could feel his grip on Yamato's collar shivering, shaking his composure. He released Yamato, then leaned into the blonde's chest, still shaking. Yamato blinked, unsure of what just happened. He held Taichi in his arms, confused for a moment. Then he noticed as the shaking grew heavier-- Taichi was crying. Taichi had never cried in front of him before...
There had been many times when Taichi was able to comfort him, but could he return the gesture? Yamato's expression grew worrisome as Taichi continued to bury his face against Yamato, letting out his continued depression in tears. And suddenly, Yamato felt guilt welling inside him. ' I'M the reason for this outburst...' he realized.
" Taichi, I'm sorry," he began, rubbing Taichi's back. " I've been quite an ass lately, haven't I."
Taichi was unable to reply, making Yamato unsure of whether he had heard him or not. " I have to admit... I'm afraid of what other people will think. But..."
" It'll be an adventure, ne..." Taichi said between his sobs.
The blonde stopped his thoughts for a split moment, surprised to receive an answer. He quickly recovered, nodded and rubbed Taichi's back, figuring it was the best he could do. " Who do we break it to?"
Taichi sniffed as he raised his head off Yamato. For a fleeting moment he had the entertaining thought of what the audiences' reaction would be if they kissed on stage. But other than that, he had absolutely no idea...
" I don't suppose you expected some sort of public display at a concert," Yamato said giving him a suspicious look.
Taichi was glad the darkness hid his flustering. He didn't want to admit he had been thinking of the same thing. " Do you have any bright ideas, Yamato?"
Yamato shrugged. " To be honest, that's the only one."
Taichi frowned, although he wasn't disatisfied. " I guess we have to do something along those lines."
" Are you SURE about this?"
Taichi sighed. " I don't want to go through this again..."
" All right, all right... I think lunchtime is almost over, so it's time to head to 6th hour. Ikou-"
Taichi gave Yamato a surprise hug, smiling with sudden energy. " Thanks, Yamato."
Yamato returned the smile, the first familiar sign of contentment he had given in a long time. Somehow, it felt as if they had already gone through the ordeal, and they would be content forever...
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Blind Game Again
Sung by Kotani Kinya
Transliterated by Patcharin Banklongsee <hisoka_npb@hotmail.com>
Translated by Charming Villain <Charming_Villain@hotmail.com>
Blind Game Again is quite a deciding Doll
Destroying the forever unchanging night
Within the rustling wind, the light surrounds me
Makes sounds and blurs away my memories, surely it’s possible to forget the temptation
Nothing remains of the disrupted heart when the night ends
Still looking concentrated at the sunrise
Don’t Let Me Down all you do is flirt
Cry For The Sun I cannot see anything
Who is this screaming inside of me?
Blind Game Again just a deciding Doll
You can't fling away the dreams you cannot reach
Drastic Game A Game just a threadbare Doll
Destroying the forever changing night
Flow out tears to leave out the lies, I’ll dye your fake dream
Let’s dance with Passion because the sky’s gray
Don’t Let Me Down surely an intense disappointment
Cry For The Sun you won’t break down with goodness
Everything burned when time stopped
Blind Game Again just a sogging Doll
When the night ends the tears will be washed away
Drastic Game A Game just a transparent Doll
Somewhere destroying the unchanging night
Blind Game Again just a determined Doll
You can’t fling away the dreams you cannot reach
Drastic Game A Game just a threadbare Doll
Destroying the forever unchanging night
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The Bishounen Boys
Part 11: "Blind Game Again"
By Splash
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Holy snit, 6 months of this in the dust and I finally got this time on Easter weekend to finish up the scraps I've been collecting. I deeply apologize!!!!!! QQ
Hmm, another Gravitation song. ^^; Time skippage once more, because the freshmen year was getting tiring.
Due to FF.N's banning of NC-17, the lemon version will be on my website later. ^^; That's right... lemon... I only did it to explore a bit, then realized it's not everything that I thought it would crack up to be. But it's a lemon. =3
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~June 18, 2003~
There seemed to be an aura of a new truck of feelings moving in as they settled for breakfast. Daisuke and Ken couldn't help but notice something was different, walking down the hotel hallway with the two older boys of their band. Was it because of the distance between the two? ... or lack of... Maybe it was just his imagination, but Daisuke noticed that they were walking with their arms nearly touching, their hands tense. Sure, Daisuke wasn't all that great at math or science, but he could understand the most unnoticeable things...
At the breakfast bar, Daisuke went for the cereal while the other three boys got themselves croissants. Conveniently, there was a round table for four people available. They settled in, routinely talking about the future of their band (even though they were on vacation) while idly tending to their food.
" I swear, if the audience requests The Rage Beat again, I'm going to burst..." Daisuke spouted, ignoring the occasional looks from the people listening to their conversation. " It was fun to sing at first, but they've sung it all out of me. I'm going to sing Gate I more often just to spite them."
And once again, Daisuke took note... every time Taichi motioned with his hands, reached out to take a drink out of his orange juice... Taichi's hands seemed to hesitate whenever they were in Yamato's proximity... Why he didn't understand the hesitation was because Daisuke could give a slap on Takeru or Ken's back with full ease. How come Taichi and Yamato always had trouble with such common gestures?
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Deciding that they wanted to play some other card games Noah had taught them, Daisuke and Ken went back to their own room. They seemed to have some other unsaid reason, but they made no effort to voice it. The older two were too preoccupied to think more upon it, preoccupied with other thoughts...
The morning had barely begun for their entire day off. Normally, Taichi and Yamato would talk about random things or play music, but since neither had their instrument with them...
They sat in silence on the bed for about half an hour before Yamato spoke up...
" Taichi... truth or dare?"
" Huh?"
They both had their arms behind their head, staring at the ceiling in a comical matter. The normally blissful white atmosphere of the hotel room was shadowed in the dreary rain outside. It felt no more like a cheerful morning, but a shady late afternoon.
" It's a game I picked up from the Americans... kind of one of those silly 'try to be adult' games, but... meh. Truth or dare. Pick one."
Unsure, but curious, Taichi answered. " Truth."
Without contemplating, Yamato asked. " Have you ever been caught..."
" No."
Yamato laughed despite Taichi's firm reply. " Yeah, that's what kind of game it is. All right, now it's your turn."
" Ok... truth or dare?"
" ...Truth." Yamato smiled, sensing Taichi's amusement. He heard shuffling on Taichi's side, so he turned his head to find the brunette staring out of the window. The rain had quickly grown heavy, waterfalls dripping down the window. Some rumbling could be heard in the distance.
" Are you afraid of thunderstorms?"
Yamato laughed again. " What kind of question is that? Of course I'm not. Why, are you?"
Taichi just turned back around and stuck out his tongue. " It's your turn."
" Truth or dare?"
" Dare." He stuck out his tongue again, mocking the child in him.
A glint of mystery ran through Yamato's eyes as he thought. Sitting up, he reached toward the blanket at this feet and pulled out his Charizard Pokemon plushie. " I dare you to make out with Charizard for one minute."
Taichi had to hold back his laughter. " You're weird, Yamato."
" I know I am. Now do it. Be serious with it."
Playfully he stuffed the stuffed animal in Taichi's face, forcing him to take it when he blocked.
" One minute, eh..." he said, looking at the aged creature. " This is its mouth, right?"
" Yes..."
Taichi sighed, brushing away some hair that had strayed onto his face, then proceeded to place his lips on the 'mouth' of the fuzzy orange dragon.
" Don't get it...wet..." Yamato added last second. But his jaw dropped mid-sentence as the brunette commenced his dare, grabbing the stuffed animal possessively and... and...
Taichi was pretty good at getting serious. Yamato stayed gaping. " Oh... God..." he uttered unconsciously, entrapped in Taichi's actions. He couldn't take his off Taichi, who was busy with his eyes closed... He suddenly saw himself in place of the Charizard plushie, which only furthered his rampant imagination.
A minute was over all too soon, and with a broad movement Taichi released the stuffed animal from his confinement. " Douda?"
" Good, good, that was..." the blonde seemed to have a troublesome time trying to breathe.
" Truth or Dare?"
Yamato inwardly groaned. ' He's doing this on purpose.'
" Truth."
" How often do you.." Taichi grinned evily.
Yamato cringed.
" ...travel?"
There was an awkward silence, only the pitter-patter of the rain continuing to fall outside.
" Damn you, Taichi. I travel plenty."
" Oh, really..."
The brunette suddenly met with a pillow in his face. He chuckled as he peeled it off, but on the inside his heart was singing...
" Truth or dare?"
Taichi put a finger to his chin idly. " Truth."
" Are YOU afraid of thunderstorms?"
" No."
" Then why did you ask me?"
" One question, Yama... One question. Rules of the game."
" Oh, screw the game..."
Suddenly, the blonde rolled over to Taichi's side, staring down at him. They stared each other down intensely, hesitating for that trace of doubt. When they realized there was none...
" Mmph!"
Taichi's attention started like a child spotting a large Christmas present, shocked at Yamato's enthusiasm. The blonde was quite aggressive, nipping at the brunette's neck and running his hands through his hair. It felt so nice...
" Yama..." he gasped, reaching up to put his arms around the blonde's neck, brushing against his violin hickey. Their lips met, and suddenly shirts were being urged away...
Thunder continued to rumble aimlessly outside, muffled by the safe walls of the clean hotel as the two boys continued. Taichi's kisses began to trail down, but Yamato noticed and forced him to stay mouth to mouth. Practically trapping Taichi with the sheer will of his tongue, Yamato glared into the other's eyes. Knowing what the blonde wanted, he graciously gave in and let him move on.
Yamato smiled brilliantly at the brunette's submission, nuzzling Taichi's neck affectionately. It was a great feeling of warmth that kept them tingling for more, crying of desire. In their minds they were almost star-crossed lovers, yet they wanted to live every moment together...
Breathe the same scent, share each other's joy...
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~August 18, 2003~
Yamato finished tuning his instrument, admiring the ring that echoed through the stage from the ringing of perfect pitch. He half-grinned, then glanced around the auditorium to see if anyone else was around. Seeing that he was alone, he raised his bow and started playing a lively song from an Anime he had seen (Jubei-chan). In the middle of his final glissando note he was interupted by a nipping on his ear, which almost caused him to lose his bowgrip.
" Taichi! I don't like it when you do that when I'm playing..."
The blonde turned around with his chastising expression, only to be met with something too cute for words... He couldn't help but kiss it, wrapping his arms around Taichi. The brunette grinned, more brightly than usual. The blonde wondered for a moment, then hastily went back to his instrument and started playing random scales.
Taichi blinked, noticing Yamato had seen something when he had turned away. He turned himself and saw Takeru...
If the younger blonde was in the auditorium long enough, he didn't show it. " Time to start practicing," Takeru said, turning on his keyboard.
Taichi sighed at his nonchalence. Takeru always had some ability to stick to business without letting his personal or emotional feelings deter him. Or at least, he hasn't let those feelings get to him YET... Taichi wondered if one day he would just explode, break out his frustrations of the world's incompetance.
Taichi suddenly realized he was talking about himself and Yamato, too. The only difference was that Taichi knew he already had a release of such emotions in the cafeteria incident. Perhaps Yamato had done the same around those times when Taichi was around. Or was his level of release actually something more profound...
Daisuke soon walked onto the stage, laughing his head off while Ken lightly chuckled. Almost always they came onto the practice stage in this manner, and almost always the others would look onto them in a habitual stance. Taichi smashed his lips together in a strange smile, Yamato quirked his eyebrow for a split second before going back to his instrument, and Takeru... blinked and rolled his eyes.
Maybe it was simply part of his habit to find something to occupy himself, but Takeru hastily warmed his hands on the keyboard. He also broke out into warming up his voice without hesitation, filling the auditorium with his singing.
It was certainly not the first time he had done this the moment the rest of his band members had entered the auditorium. Taichi stopped looking at the younger ones and turned towards Yamato, who was focused on his instrument. He sighed. ' These guys have the right to know...'
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~February 12, 2004~
Taichi had been told that Sophomore year was something to be treasured from someone in orchestra. It was a junior who had told him this... so perhaps that person was right... Throughout the year, he found there were many, MANY ups and downs, both in academics and social interactions.
Since he heard it was highly recommended somewhere, he took Government and Economics, which were both rather easy classes. His econ class was full of junior/senior slackers, and his government class was full of junior/senior crazies. All in all, they were nice...
However, there was something quite unusual... it wasn't the feeling of despising the new freshmen, or the constant reminder that collage résumés needed to be prepared... or the continuing dismay of the quality of the English teachers. No, those problems existed, but only occupied a portion of Taichi's worries. What took the majority of his thoughts was in his orchestra, his lunch period, and now his French class...
" La class est tranquil! C'est merveilleux!" said Madame Blake, fascinated at her quiet class working on their worksheets. It wouldn't last long, though.
The students around Taichi and Yamato were friendly chaps. " You have some REALLY good songs," the girl sitting behind Taichi commented. " No offense, but I think Ken is the cutest."
" None taken," Taichi said casually, eyeing Yamato, " I'm not interested in a fanbase."
" Don't want one?" she said.
" Can't want one. Don't want," Taichi confirmed shortly, still eyeing Yamato. Yamato squirmed under the gaze, then quirked his eyebrow as if he had no idea what the brunette was hinting.
At that moment the teacher calmed the class to start correcting the worksheets. All of the students turned around in their desks, but Taichi set off to his usual multi-tasking. While paying attention to the corrections, he pondered what just happened. Despite their involvement, Yamato never appreciated it outside their haven. But why... why was he afraid? Taichi wasn't too surprised that Yamato would be at first. He thought he would gain the courage eventually, though. It truly troubled him, knowing how close he was to Yamato but unable to express such a joy with the existence of others around. It certainly didn't make him feel more confident about himself...
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Taichi couldn't stand this. He found that learning from the words of the teacher and examples were where his strong skills appeared. He could remember lectures given weeks ago from hte teacher who could give an important lesson well. He preferred the boring, straight out splurges of information over the "creative participation," that declared people's intellectual and social quotas in its subliminal way.
Such as the nightmare he was living now... " Liz, what is the domain of this function?"
Taichi wasn't sure if the other students noticed this specifically. The teacher was always vague with the actual lesson and was more concerned with seeing if individual students could teach the others. It made Taichi want to hurl. ' I'm here to LEARN from you, teach, not to let people embarrass themselves by setting poor examples.'
" Now with the domain that Lizz gave us, and the range that Nick gave us, no wait-- Joe gave us the range, right?"
Taichi just rolled his eyes while the class remained class. " Yes, it was Joe. Yeah, so Joe gave us the range... now Melissa, what would be the equation for the inverse of this function?"
A sigh escaped the brunette's lips. Luckily the lesson ended several minutes after, but Taichi had to sigh again as the class for some reason broke into loud chatter. Even after the teacher had assigned their homework, he made no attempt to make them work on it. Taichi wouldn't have minded if he knew the teacher didn't care, but the aura he could sense from the teacher... it just made him feel sick. In fact, Taichi didn't work on the homework after the lesson as he did in the beginning of the year. Recently he was too fed up with the math teacher to have the slightest motivation to work on the homework. He would just copy the overhead of answers the teacher posted the next day along with all of the others who did the same.
He tried to blow it off and forget it all; life was just stupid sometimes and he had little power to change it. Concentrate on what makes you happy while you still can, little children. The future is so shrouded with obstacles unforseen.
He listened quietly to a conversation behind him concerning music... the talkative/perverted boy of the class was telling Kurt Cobain's bio to his death, then skipped over to Nirvana, Saturday Night Live, and other events. Taichi didn't catch any details except... " He was getting sick of the music life, tired of his fans." The boy rattled off a quote, providing evidence that the musician was fed up with rock and roll.
' Speech class...' Taichi finally discovered, peeking behind him. The boy reached the suicide informative.
" ... And overdosed. He brought towels along with him. Shit..." the boy apparently had brain fart in his memory. The bell rang at long last, allowing Taichi to storm off without a glance at the students or the teacher.
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Taichi sat down with his sandwich gone, which he had finished rather quickly. " Yama..."
The blonde averted his eyes to his sides before looking at Taichi. " Now's not a good time for that mood..."
Taichi couldn't stop himself, his conscious wouldn't allow him to. He gave Yamato a fierce look, daring him to defy. " Just a little, nothing big..."
" You've had a rough day, haven't you?" Yamato said, immediate understanding filling his expression. He remained emotionally restrained, however.
Taichi didn't say anything, but leaned over and stuffed his face in Yamato's neck. The blonde gave an involuntary groan at the contact, leaning into Taichi. He loved it when Taichi surprised him with such affection, but...
" T-Taichi... lunchroom... we're in the lunchroom..." the blonde dreamily ventured his eyes to make sure no had seen/heard them. He considered himself extremely lucky everyone was still busy eating.
" We'll go to the orchestra room, then..."
Yamato lifted himself from the seat, pitched his lunch tray, then walked quickly to the exit.
The walk to the other side of the school seemed to last forever. Taichi kept his hungry stare on Yamato, and could do nothing to hold himself back. They had hardly reached the double doors when arms wrapped around Yamato's waist. Taichi clumsily sought Yamato's lips, throbbing it with his own. Even though the blonde could feel the tension, he complied to his lover's desires. Not like there was a way out, they had already passed the point of no return.
Eventually they situated themselves in the unlighted first practice room to avoid any of the hall roamers, and they continued their dance. Taichi moved his hands through Yamato's hair, dazzling at its beauty. They kissed until they both ran out of breath, and Taichi leaned against Yamato on the wall of the small room. He knew he was tired, stressed, and depressed among many other troubles, but he also knew Yamato was his only true happiness.
Taichi dug his face into the blonde's neck again, moving slowly across it. " Yama..."
In response, Yamato's eyes fluttered, sucking up the feeling of warmth surrounding him. " Hmm?" he uttered as he moved his head to allow Taichi further access.
He was already on a streak of uncontrol, but this was the only thing that struck him and completely unlike him. Taichi slid his hands from Yamato's waist to his back. They kissed again, fighting over dominancy as they clung to each other.
Taichi couldn't think of a better way to say it, his mind tainted with heat. " How long are we going to hide? I can't stand this any longer..."
They stood nose-to-nose in the darkness, with barely enough light to catch each other's eyes sparkling in reflection.
Maybe the blonde thought Taichi hadn't seen it, but he looked down and paused. Instead of answering, Yamato captured Taichi's lips once more, locking them in. And now Taichi was certain...
He needed Yamato, but he didn't want to be a burden to him. He thought he was doing a fine job of maintaining a balance of independance and dependance, but perhaps it wasn't enough for Yamato... Well, it was about time that it WAS enough.
" Yamato," he broke off, backing off from the wall. " This has been going on too long, and it's only getting worse as we hold it off."
Yamato blinked curiously. " What are you talking about?"
As much as he wanted to draw it out, he only had a short time before they had to go to their next class. " We need to stop hiding around the school. We rarely get any time to ourselves outside the band and school, but you always spend that time pretending like we're just acquaintances that sit together at lunch."
Yamato kept a straight face, refusing silently a reponse for Taichi to analyze.
" Do you have any idea of what I'm feeling right now...?" Taichi asked.
" Passionate."
That set Taichi off. With his fist, he lifted the blonde off the ground by the collar, ready to give him a good punch or two. But then, he felt a slight déjà vu, remembering when Taichi had been in the same position as Yamato. It was Yamato who had saved him on the first day at this school...
Yamato surprisingly lost his nonchalance. He looked at Taichi in worry, hoping they wouldn't have to resort to violence. His eyebrows curled slightly, the most of emotions Yamato could express in such circumstances.
Taichi stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, torn between his desires and what those around him preferred. He could feel his grip on Yamato's collar shivering, shaking his composure. He released Yamato, then leaned into the blonde's chest, still shaking. Yamato blinked, unsure of what just happened. He held Taichi in his arms, confused for a moment. Then he noticed as the shaking grew heavier-- Taichi was crying. Taichi had never cried in front of him before...
There had been many times when Taichi was able to comfort him, but could he return the gesture? Yamato's expression grew worrisome as Taichi continued to bury his face against Yamato, letting out his continued depression in tears. And suddenly, Yamato felt guilt welling inside him. ' I'M the reason for this outburst...' he realized.
" Taichi, I'm sorry," he began, rubbing Taichi's back. " I've been quite an ass lately, haven't I."
Taichi was unable to reply, making Yamato unsure of whether he had heard him or not. " I have to admit... I'm afraid of what other people will think. But..."
" It'll be an adventure, ne..." Taichi said between his sobs.
The blonde stopped his thoughts for a split moment, surprised to receive an answer. He quickly recovered, nodded and rubbed Taichi's back, figuring it was the best he could do. " Who do we break it to?"
Taichi sniffed as he raised his head off Yamato. For a fleeting moment he had the entertaining thought of what the audiences' reaction would be if they kissed on stage. But other than that, he had absolutely no idea...
" I don't suppose you expected some sort of public display at a concert," Yamato said giving him a suspicious look.
Taichi was glad the darkness hid his flustering. He didn't want to admit he had been thinking of the same thing. " Do you have any bright ideas, Yamato?"
Yamato shrugged. " To be honest, that's the only one."
Taichi frowned, although he wasn't disatisfied. " I guess we have to do something along those lines."
" Are you SURE about this?"
Taichi sighed. " I don't want to go through this again..."
" All right, all right... I think lunchtime is almost over, so it's time to head to 6th hour. Ikou-"
Taichi gave Yamato a surprise hug, smiling with sudden energy. " Thanks, Yamato."
Yamato returned the smile, the first familiar sign of contentment he had given in a long time. Somehow, it felt as if they had already gone through the ordeal, and they would be content forever...
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Blind Game Again
Sung by Kotani Kinya
Transliterated by Patcharin Banklongsee <hisoka_npb@hotmail.com>
Translated by Charming Villain <Charming_Villain@hotmail.com>
Blind Game Again is quite a deciding Doll
Destroying the forever unchanging night
Within the rustling wind, the light surrounds me
Makes sounds and blurs away my memories, surely it’s possible to forget the temptation
Nothing remains of the disrupted heart when the night ends
Still looking concentrated at the sunrise
Don’t Let Me Down all you do is flirt
Cry For The Sun I cannot see anything
Who is this screaming inside of me?
Blind Game Again just a deciding Doll
You can't fling away the dreams you cannot reach
Drastic Game A Game just a threadbare Doll
Destroying the forever changing night
Flow out tears to leave out the lies, I’ll dye your fake dream
Let’s dance with Passion because the sky’s gray
Don’t Let Me Down surely an intense disappointment
Cry For The Sun you won’t break down with goodness
Everything burned when time stopped
Blind Game Again just a sogging Doll
When the night ends the tears will be washed away
Drastic Game A Game just a transparent Doll
Somewhere destroying the unchanging night
Blind Game Again just a determined Doll
You can’t fling away the dreams you cannot reach
Drastic Game A Game just a threadbare Doll
Destroying the forever unchanging night
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